Nablopomo no mo

26 11 2007

Ok I got bored with posting every day. I needed a break. I have failed but I feel ok about it! Good luck to the rest of you still soldiering on. I will return soon after I have written my OU essay which is already late – I don’t want to miss my extended due date.

In the meantime, read about the village I used to live in which is apparently cursed. I lived there until I was 6 so I am guessing I will be ok. For those of you who can’t be arsed to click the link (I know, I have been there), the gist is this: village of 5000 people just had it’s 6th suicide in 9 months. The comments left on the Metro website are by far the funniest part of the article (seeing as it’s about suicide which is not at all funny).

Gnosall is well known among practioners of the black arts as the gateway between this world and Hell. In order to open up the gateway a number of sacrifices have to me made to the Great Horned One.


Gnosall is well known among practioners of the dark arts. I was bought up in Gnosall and as a child I remember being warned not to go into the woods alone, although being curious I ignored those warnings until one day I saw something which even now these many years later I still find it difficult to talk about.

Blimmin’ ‘eck.